Showing posts from March, 2013

Pesach is......

So we have come to the point where my house is clean for Passover. In fact, we had the whole thing done before Shabbos. I feel weird how much I did before hand but it's nice. What is not nice is that somehow my internal alarm clock recognizes a weekday and suddenly wakes me up at 5am. Their is absolutely nothing I can do about it but get up. I start my day early and want to end my day even earlier. I hate it when people call me at crazy times, you know, after 9PM.

During Pesach I will be tuning out to the internet world starting tonight until April 2nd in the evening. Consider this a vacation from ME.

If you are arriving to this very bikey Jewy blog now, I say you go back and orientate yourself on some of my finest work. You can read my really dull reason for starting the blog, you can read my efforts to get free cheese and a bike.

I have so much there for you to peruse. I even have my theory about Lance Armstrong which didn't get  many page views.  I have so much for your po…

Blogging for Gold, "Sweet butter!"

Usually I don't mention the bloggy side of this blog. The other day I hit blogging gold. So far we have been pretty bus friendly these days except for the really windy day where I spent a large amount of time on my bike. During this time I was away from technology. So, I have my ipod set to receive phone calls but hardly anyone ever calls that number. I do have a select few friends who can reach me there if it is really necessary. I received a message while I was out. I couldn't listen to the message so Google Voice has a handy tool where you can read the message. Something is wrong because this is what the speech to text decided I need to hear from my friend:

"Hi Shelley, it's, (friend's name omitted), I have a question favor Floria, I'm We have some plans that are coming intotown for by fax. Just found out yesterday are excited. How ever. It is very alarming. To Us, to have,everything all day and everything on the off and I'm wondering if you guys might h…


Maybe in one post I might have mentioned that I hate last minute anything. Some things you can not help, like real last minute. I am talking about the bleeding or the injured variety, not the too lazy to figure it out kind.

In order to avoid last minute Pesach cleaning I actually start thinking, working and planning WAY ahead. This means my life can be normal and have the same schedule.

Yesterday I finished the final cleaning of my kitchen and needed a break. I have some time before I pick up my kid to do small errands. Well, I took a trip to Capitol Hill to say my final goodbye to Half Price Books. After that I took a walk down Broadway which is always interesting. Some guy yelled, "my lady won't stick it in her neck". He also mentioned another place but I won't go there.

I went into stores I usually bike by and found the mother of all toys, a pink skateboard with speakers. WOW! Now if they only had this as roller skates I would be there at the cash register so fa…

Lost/NOT Found Watch

Last week I was offered the use of a Bullitt bike. Yes, THAT bike. The one I drool over. So, far I haven't borrowed it but I would like to soon. I have so much to do and it's not fun. I am not going to extremes to clean for Pesach but I do have to do stuff that is necessary and it can get involved.

Right now we are at the "No food in the house" mode. We have food of a certain variety. The food is in the veggie and fruit category. I ate eggs for breakfast but I am a little tired of eggs and want lunch. The temperature dropped and I am cold and don't want to turn the heater on and really feel lazy about biking today. I am bummed because I ran out of all things in the fermented category and we are really close to drinking all that beer my hubby made. So, things are dismal until I get the kitchen Kosher for Passover.

I set out a table with foods people need to eat. I think the oats are almost done and someone is going to have to eat those sardines. Nobody is going to …

Math Night

Thursday should not have gone down the way it went but I just thank my lucky stars I had my bike with me.  The day began "easy" enough.

At this point I had already cleaned my room for Pesach days ago. In that room are sitting our million dollars shmura matzos which is always what I think is a fortune. It consist of a large chunk of our food budget for what will be a little more than a week of Pesach foodiness. I don't understand why a 1lb box of matzah cost more than $21 dollars. I can only imagine the wife of the man who owns this business wearing her every day diamond encrusted earrings and drinking tea from her gold plated china. I always start my Pesach purchase with matzah and then I can look back and think, I know I DO NOT need partially hydrogenated cottonseed oil Pesach cookies.  This is my special tradition and nobody suffers from my meals during the week. Everyone is happy and our digestive tract stays on tract because our diet will be in the veggie and fruit …

All that Methane I make when I bike

Twitter goes by so fast but something caught my eye. Apparently some douche politician Ed Orcutt claimed that bicycling is not good for the environment but then he recanted but in no way apologized. Bikes are to blame for everything. We don't pay enough tax, we use the road for free and don't freaking PAY. Contrary to bike haters very few of us live 100% without a car. Our family doesn't own one but when you borrow a Zipcar or a Car2Go you end up paying taxes. The Zipcar bill has an added car rental tax. Nothing is free at the store either but somehow I am meant to pay just because I toot a little gas when I ride my bike. What's worse? Tooting the gas in a car and letting that fart air go stale or allowing the fermented gas to fill nature? You could also toot for evil, like in Walter the Farting Dog. If you haven't read these books it has the episode where a clown/bank robber gets a hold of Walter and uses his fart for a robbery heist. Classic fart torture.


Bike Expo 2013 Part Duh

Yesterday we left off with me arriving at the Seattle Bike Expo and the wonderful smell of the fishy fish bay. My first task was to find my volunteer station, the Bike donation station. I honestly assumed that it would be near the bike corral but I was wrong, not thinking like a car owner. The signage was bad and I biked to the corral and then did major exploration among cars in order to find the donation trailer. Well, better signage will be nice for next year. I made the executive decision to get my free entry ticket and go in before working. This left me with an hour to go through the expo.

By this time I was hungry. I needed fuel. I brought several food items from home and was walking around the top floor with carrot sicks and staring blankly at the different booths. One man at a booth asked for some carrots so I politely asked about his bags. He was nice and left me have "as many as I wanted " stickers for my sick kid. Detours person, you were very nice despite the fac…

Bike Expo 2013 Part 1

Oh this is going to be long. I know people have better things to do than read my blog, unless you are in the potty. So, I decided to break up this long post in two parts. Tomorrow is part duh.

Two years ago we volunteered for Bike Works at the bike corral. That was the year the Bike Snob showed up to spew his wrath on the expo. Davey Oil gave us an orientation on what to do and say when people brought their bikes to park. Somehow my kid got it into her head to say stuff like, "if you don't return with your matching bike ticket we will keep your bike". She took her job very seriously and was not joking about keeping the bike. She even got to ticket the bike the Bike Snob was using. I am sure he was in too much tush pain to pay attention to what was going on with his bike.

It was wet that day and I allowed my kid to splash too much in the puddles thinking I had extra socks in the trailer. Little did I remember that I took everything out to clean it and we had nothing. So, …

Crabby Patty Wednesday

When we get an physical invitation to a wedding I feel more of a sense of an obligation to go. Tuesday we were invited to a wedding and I knew this meant that I was out of luck finding a babysitter because EVERYONE needed a babysitter right. Plus, I am picky about my babysitter so this leaves me with few options. The worst situation was that my kid had to retake a states test and had to study for it. I had no idea about the first time she took the test so we didn't help her study for it. Lots of confusion ensued because I was under the impression she needed to retake a state capitol test so we had been studying for several days for that.  Turns out it was just the STATES TEST. Nice huh! We had two options on where to be babysat. An older sibling of her matching friend could watch her but this meant that she would forget about the test and want to spend the time playing CLUE or Monopoly. The alternative option was at the house of another friend where her friend could totally help …

Biking Closer to Home

As shocking as it is I put my kid in a carpool in the morning. It is 10 miles there and back and after accessing the practicality of it all I decided that I was not ready for a daily 40 mile trek to and fro school.  Instead, we wake up just as bikey early as before and then make our way up a pretty steep hill to get to the carpool starting point. It's a serious walk. I looked on Google maps and it looks like almost a mile of walking. It doesn't take us long to get there. Our kid doesn't think much of walking to her carpool. In fact if she had to choose between biking a mile to a carpool and just down the street for the bus, she would choose the carpool.

So, she gets some fresh air in the morning and is peppy for school. The carpool is fun without drama or crazy talk. Sometimes it just quiet in the car, total meditation  The carpool is always on time. Nobody is marked tardy.

This leaves me biking closer to home. I feel like I don't bike in my hood so much. Most of my b…

Shabbos, Cows, and Chasidim

Wow, I got the whole cow theme going on. This past Shabbos we listened to Parshas Parah...mooo! The parsha is about the laws of red heifer and serves as a reminder to those who have become tamay (unpure) through contact with a corpse and how to purify themselves so they can offer the korban Pesach. We don't have the Beisha-Mikdash but we should learn about these offering and prepare ourselves. We are entering into Nissan very soon and Jews will be reenacting our Exodus.

Arriving to hear this was not something I anticipated  unlike last Shabbos. Some people hold it is a mitvah d'orse to listen to this parsha. I wonder what would have happened had I came in full cow costume, but I guess it is not Shabbodik. I am at the stage in my life where I can go to shul with my daughter. In her early years I did not go with her and I am not a fan of my husband taking her because having a little kid in the men's section is very distracting for the dad. Other than that, the only other cow…

Amazon wants me to have "More Cow Bell"

It is Friday and I had such a hard week. I couldn't get time to actually sit down and write something, nor was I on public transportation where boredom sets in and I end up making a post lickety split.

We had two days where my kid was exhausted and sick. None of it was Purim related so don't blame me for allowing my kid to eat candy until she was blue in the face. This never happened. As much as I like candy our kid has so much self-control she will hoard candy. We know her so well we were able to leave all the mishloach manot with candy out on a table and she didn't even touch it.

So, we were left with sorting and composting the rest of what was left from our mishloach manot and cleaning the house because it was a disaster after Purim. Tuesday was a super cleaning day.

I barely have time to look at my email. I caught up and noticed the recommendation email from Amazon. When you make a purchase from Amazon you occasionally get an email suggesting what you might want to pur…